Lyrics:
Giant like I am Odell in this bitch
Or like Ali in his prime since I'm cocky with them rhymes
I’m a villain mic killing, beats bodied spitting lines
I
sound travels from Jersey to Boston to Philly
We're not in this game to make a killin', but a steady livin'
Spittin' is all we know, sunk low, but I stand
Glacier, glacier, it's Jersey, yeah
Girl I know you so icy, but you know I'm so glacier
I'm in the league that's major, know I stay on my paper
Take
step
Come correct
Cause imma straight stomp out your set
Show respect
Put in check all you jive turkeys
Your girl loves me in my Condors jersey
Drive em
(Refugee, Refugee, uh)
We used to be number ten
Now we permanent one
In the battle lost my finger, mic became my arm
Pistol nozzle hits your
We used to be number ten
Now we're permanent one
In the battle lost my finger, mic became my arm
Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes
up)
What up, cat? It's my stick shift
You automat'
ATM plans and a cell phone jack
When y'all jokers snap, my mic got LoJack
'Cause I've been getting
close they eyes
To the way the game go
You can't fall asleep my nigga
Not on Death Row
Mic check, one two, one two, one two
I flip a double deck
made niggas under trainin'
Trained triggers for the aimin'
Jersey claimin' ain't a damn thing changin'
One Nation!
Peep out how we freak our own styles
Tarantin'
We against defeat, that's not our fantasy
Lil' hoe aye, yeah, aye
Aw
Bottles on bottles I'm talkin' le labo
I speak to the mic and the paper
[El Da Sensai]
In comes the ones from Jeruzalum slums
Knockin bums out for clout, Jersey rules without a doubt
On the real, keep it kinda fat for
As of late, my verses seem not so verse-y
And all my words just mean controversy
Took the team up off my back like "that's not your jersey?"
Stressin',
come firs see oh curse me! It's Jersey!
Slappin' through the skins now a trends backin' in
Broader than Broad Street backed by Mac 10's
No lights
president, night watch
My niggas was real when the mic dropped
I put 'em in my will like a bike lock
Got family in Gary and STL, I got cousins in Milwaukee
miles
Doc, dirty Jersey, hunt 'em down
Uncut rhymes, won't even fit your foul
Baddest man out the bunch, pick 'em out
Drunk with a gun, miss you hit
like it's one mic
Raw underground, yo Don, tell em what that dough like
D. Don, I gets mine, and stay gettin' it
My thug mind'll brawl with rhymes
Yeah, Fort Knocks, Aftermath, Compton to Jersey
What y'all fools know about perculatin on lo-los?
Mics and six-fo's nigga
Ha ha, no more hand claps,
a nigga gettin' gassed, puttin' ten on three
(Da Ruckus!) With the mic I blast men on sight
So off the hook Atlantic Bell had to go on strike
Doc did
funk to you
(Yeah, the Brick City dawgs, yeah, holla at your frogs)
Gilla House, is comin' through and Wutchoogonnado
(Uptown Jersey, Brooklyn)
Shh,
feel me flow
I open doors for the newcomers
I show you how to rock the mic, pull yo' pants up and do somethin
I lay my hats where my boots stompin
then back to the hood for more action
Promotin' Red Gone Wild with no backin
Doc get five on the mic like Joe Jackson
Foreign bitches feelin' me for
a muh****ker rider
Custom made Airs and my shoes never tied up
Hardcore sh****, do it eazier than wider
While you sittin', home gettin' baby mama drama
Jersey
tonight, we hittin' 'dro like
We gettin money and gettin' honeys that flow like
My mic, my clothes, my life, my dough
"That's right everybody get some act
the stickup it's a freestyle session
Skribble where you from man
Well I'm from Haiti, then Brooklyn, then Jersey
With a universal tag, plus I got
You slept
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